Dawn broke through your window, stirring the two of you awake. The man laying beside you was achingly in love, and the feeling was foreign, yet welcome. Cassidy mumbled something incoherent for a moment before he sat up in bed, groaning as he stretched. He's getting to his age, and it shows with those old-guy groans, but he moves around all the same.

He would do right by you, he promised himself. Even if he couldn't be around all the time. Even if he was a mess with his past. None of that could be helped. He could only focus on the now, and the little break he had before getting a move on and bounty hunting again soon.

"Mornin', sugar," he greeted with groggy, sluggish movements.

If only all mornings started like this - Cassidy with his beloved.